Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire novel Chapter 925

Chapter 925

In fact, when the bullet was inserted into his shoulder, Harold was wondering where Crystal got the gun.

Then he remembered that when they first met, he gave his gun to Crystal. But now, she was holding the black pistol tightly with extreme hatred in her eyes.

Perhaps it was because she was too nervous, or perhaps it was because she didn't have much experience. The distance was so close that it could easily penetrate Harold's belly or heart, but her hands were shaking so much that when the gun landed on Harold's shoulder blade, the white cloth stained red.

Crystal had never experienced such a vivid and intense feeling of hatred before. It was a revelation to her that this was what hatred truly felt like. When this emotion surged within her, she genuinely wish he would die.

The corners of her finally healed lips were bitten through again. She gently licked the blood from the corner of her lips and slowly raised her hand. The muzzle of the gun was aimed at Harold's heart. It had been too long since she had spoken, and her voice was hoarse, but the amusement could still be heard. "Harold... go to hell." 0

Go to hell.

"Go and accompany my child."

With a loud "bang," the black Prince Duet M9 handgun fired a 9mm Parabellum round. This lightweight pistol had significant stopping power. The first bullet lodged closely into Harold White's shoulder blade, causing severe damage to the bone. With another shot at this moment, Harold would be left lifeless and beyond recovery.

The man's eyes were as cold as the most ferocious wolf in the jungle. He covered the gun wound on his shoulder and dodged it before the gun rang. In his opinion, Crystal's movements were too slow. As long as he wanted to hide, the gun in Crystal's hand was just a toy.